My mission to ski the Nyack-Coal loop failed, but most everything else was a success. In short, bad snow and improperly broken-in boot liners conspired to make for a slow pace and painful feet, so I turned around. I still got to see Glacier, covered in snow but fast melting out, which can never been done often enough.
One commentator on a post of Jill’s the other week elicited this response from the author herself: “Only difference between me and most people who everything always seems to go right for, is that I actually own up to my mistakes. And I really do make an effort not to make them again.” And in that spirit I own mine: even well baked liners with toe caps need some shorter outing to settle in properly.
That said, the TLT 1000s did well at the job for which they were built. The snow on Saturday was soft and punchy, and overnight it froze up, hard. I crashed twice on the ice in the 100 yards going from my camp to where I hung my food today. I needed every bit of the control plastic soled boots provide. The intuitions liners rubbed my ankles badly on a test mission last Wednesday, so I substituted (and cut down) these Raleigh liners. With a few tweaks and some breaking in these boots will be a winner. That they’re waterproof to 6″ is a nice feature in spring.
I broke my poor, decade old BD trekking poles for the third time today. I fell backwards and fully weighted a pole stuck 2 feet in the snow, it didn’t have a chance. That is a lower of the two flicklocks on each pole. Not sure any pole could’ve survived the fall, and at least I could pry the broken piece out and make the pole workable.
The bears are awake, and about. During one fall today the bear spray, which I secure to the side of my pack with a bungee, fell off. I didn’t notice for quite a while. Lesson: secure your bear spray more effectively.
I’ve owned my Bushbuddy stove for almost two months, and hadn’t used it until yesterday. I wanted it for exactly this situation, when 5 feet of snow on the ground make a proper fire impractical. Bonus is how quickly and easily the bushie fires up with only modest attention paid to tindering, and how much juice you get from a very small amount of wood. All that, and it is a work of spot welding art. Very cool.
The MLD simple poncho-tarp in tarp mode. Not much to say here, it works just fine, and I like the color.
A method for carrying skis on the raft: lash skis and poles to back of pack, then lash pack sideways on raft with skis forward. Stable, weight balanced, not good for running tight gaps. I was able to float the last 1/2 mile of Nyack on the way out, with plenty of water. The 5 miles down from the lower camp will probably be in good boating shape very soon, and promise to make for a very good, mellow float. The upper reaches look spicier.
Mount Stimpson in postcard mode. There be dragons.
Gear combos not often seen. Having the packraft to access across the Middle Fork open many options. Oddly, I followed days-old ski tracks the whole way, someone had been out using a patrol cabin (for science, I assume?). Even without those tracks following the trail was dead easy. There are even some bare patches, and the recent sun made several partially-collapsed creek crossings rather interesting.
The North Fork pack did it’s job very well. Great carrying pack for big loads.
Perhaps the highlight of the weekend was getting out (and being picked up by wonderful shuttle driver M) early enough to have brunch and beers at the Belton Chalet. They do not fuck around with their corn beef and hash with poached eggs, toast and gravy.
I even got a good workout out of the trip. Lunging to save when your fishscales cut loose on hidden ice is a burly core exercise.